To know me is to know that I hate Smashing Pumpkins’ pedestrian front man and full-time awful human being, Billy Corgan.

He is whiny, horrible, self-important, and the product of a culture of celebrity that—in a very complicated series of events that is still being debated and documented—evolved into faux anti-celebrity sentiment.

He is an idiot. A sad little boy playing grown up. And for some reason, someone allowed him to get in front of a mic in in his mid-20s, where he went on to sell millions of albums to depressed suburban children 15 years his junior. And in the decade since (in the time between awful failed bands) he has been attempting to wrap his peanut brain around what must have been a very confusing experience.

The Pumpkins were a pubic hair width better than average ’90s rock band. But that’s apparently not how Billy sees it. Or as he puts it in a recent Rolling Stone interview:

Do I belong in the conversation about the best artists in the world? My answer is yes, I do. I’ve been too productive for too long, and despite what anybody wants to strip away from me, I am influential.

First, as someone who does celebrity interviews for a living, when the celebrity in question starts asking and answering their own questions, you have ceased interviewing, and you have started transcribing a blog post. Which is a tremendous waste of your time, especially if said celebrity already has a blog. A horrible sad little blog (not to mention the ridiculous twitter account you can hardly believe comes from a grown man in his 40s who has had the benefit of a Western education.)

Second, even if what Billy was saying was true (it’s not, of course), what kind of mega-douche actually says that? Like, out loud. You will never hear Angela Joelie say “Do I belong in the conversation about the most beautiful actresses in the world? My answer is yes. I’ve been making boners for too long, and despite what anybody wants to strip away from me, I am hot.” Did you guys have one of those posters in your high school science class with a picture of Albert Einstein sticking out his tongue with the caption “Do I belong in the conversation about physics? My answer is yes. I’ve been too good at describing the nature of the universe for too long, and despite what anybody wants to strip away from me, I’m a god damn genius.”

And influential? Nobody but 30 Seconds to Mars sounds like you today, Billy. And that’s nothing to be proud of.

You are so stupid.